Looking at this Ragnarok Tournament list, I’m already bored. Let’s face it, this tournament needs real star power, not second-stringers fighting for a shot they’ll never be ready for. When I step into the picture, that’s when things will get interesting.

#MakeWrestlingGorgeousAgain

The crybabies are out in full force, whining that I was 'wrong' for tossing that journalist into harm’s way at the fashion show. He was in the way. What did you expect? You call me the bad guy, but I bet your precious cowboy didn’t even bother to check on him. Priorities, huh?

Boreson Yates and his bargain bin Brady Bunch group really think they’re something, huh?

At Break or Be Broken, I introduced Townes to the only belt he'll ever have right across the back of his head, and last week saw another L from him. Tragic. So, in honor of his losing streak, I'll be hosting a special fashion show featuring my brand-new accessory line—fashion belts next week.

That unhinged fish hugged me without permission. My chakras are permanently misaligned. I may never recover!

London, the land of bad teeth, rain, and whatever they call fashion over here. Don’t even get me started on the food. I had to import my own meal just to survive. Who in their right mind actually enjoys eating beans for breakfast?

And yes I hearted my own stuff. Sue me.

Break or Be Broken is in the past, and sure, I won, but don’t think for a second that means I’m done with you, Townes. Beating you once was fun—doing it again? Now that would be entertainment. You’re still showing up, still thinking you matter. That’s a problem I intend to fix.

Caesar Prince sounds like a name you gave yourself because Chad King was already taken.

Just saw someone wearing socks with sandals. That's something @bigcanoeaw.bsky.social would do. My day is ruined.

Decided to bless this app with my presence, and already, I can feel the jealousy through the screen